Steve sent me an email a few days ago:
Hey!
Just in case you have nothing better to do with your time, they're currently filming Grimm outside on 3rd ave in front of Voodoo.
Ciao!
My reply:
Really! I'm downtown- will probably check it out. Thanks!
Like a coked-up labradoodle I galloped downstairs outside the New Market Theater (my day job shares an office building with the Mercury, which I find sort of weird) and began watching the filming of a show which, while I wouldn’t say I’m a fan of, I’m definitely somewhat rooting for.
A man in a black jacket with lots of pockets came up to me and tried to tell me about how I was going to cross the street in the next scene. “Oh,” I said, “I’m not an extra.” He apologized. “Could I be an extra?” I asked. He told me that it was too late to take on extras that day, but gave me the email address where I could ask about it. Soon after, I got an email informing me that I’d be playing a perp in a police lineup for episode nineteen, which will doubtlessly be the single greatest hour of television ever to be inflicted upon an airwave.
Adventures in extra-ing and how you (yes YOU!) can be a Grimm extra after the jump.